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Sep 2020
I'm laying on this bed again
And the walls look only all too familiar
The machines keep bleeping
Saying I'm alive and breathing
It's not the first time I've been here
It's not the first time I've tried to disappear

At first it was all just a joke
At first it was just for attention
I have gotten myself addicted to this
I don't wanna stop till the day I die

White walls and people in coats
Telling me they are gonna put me somewhere safe
Where I don't have to worry
Cause I won't hurt myself anymore
Only hell is comparative to that place
I don't wanna go there again
They sent me nuts the first time

An addiction I don't want to destroy
It's not a coping method
It's the way of life
This is my life.
One from the books
Zane2976
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